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Everybody's good and every day'll be Sunday by and by." "How about that man who stole a razor?" asked Tutt. "Discharged on the ground that the fact that he had a full beard created a reasonable doubt," replied Doon. "Honestly there's nothing doing in my line unless you want a tramp case." "A tramp case!" exclaimed Tutt & Tutt. "I suppose you'd call it that," he answered blandly.
But babies and fellin' trees ain't got a spark o' resemblance far as I kin see, 'cep' it is an axe is a mighty useful thing dealing with 'em when they ain't needed. What I was comin' to was this old sawdust bag, Ma Day'll have a hell of a mouthful to chew when that tree gets busy. These guides ain't a circumstance.
That they're coming to feel their common cause as workers too keenly to be forced into war with each other." "That's what the man that mends the boats says," piped up Worth. "He says that when they're all socialists there won't be any wars 'cause nobody'll go. But Watts says that day'll never come, thank God." "Are you thanking God for yourself or for Watts, sonny?" laughed his father.
I s'pose I'll have to stand it Sundays, and the day'll be harder to git through than ever. To-morrow I'll be back in the kitchen again, and can eat my victuals without Miss Jocelyn looking on and saying to herself, 'He ain't nice; he don't look pretty'; and then a-showin' me by the most delicate little ways how I ought to perform.
His eyes sparkled as he declared: "We shore got a good dudin' outfit! But it's nothin' to what we will have watch our smoke! The day'll come when we'll see this country, as you might say, lousy with dudes! So fur as the eye kin reach dudes! Nothin' but dudes!"
"The Psalms of David," retorted Whamond, "mount straight to heaven, but your paraphrases sticks to the ceiling o' the kirk." "You're a bigoted set, Tammas Whamond, but I tell you this, and it's my last words to you the nicht, the day'll come when you'll hae Mr. Duthie, ay, and even the U. P. minister, preaching in the Auld Licht kirk."
Miss Molly tells me my own boy John have got his freedom mos out, an' he's comin' to find me. I can't wait, Mas'r Louis; 'pears like a day'll be a year. I mout die, he mout die too. I'll sen' him my buryin' money, an' ef tant enough, can't you sen' a little more? an' I'll work it out, I will, sure, an' no mistake; fur de sake of the right, Mas'r Louis, an' for to make my ole heart glad.
Somehow he forgot all about himself now and his own grievance he only wanted to comfort her whom he loved, and it never entered his head that just at that moment the anxious Halsted was inquiring of everyone: "Haven't you seen Letchworth? Class Day'll be a mess without him! Something must have happened to him!" Leslie lifted a tear-stained face in startled amaze. His voice! Those precious words!
And I aim to help take care of it." "I aim to have you help," said Scattergood. "But, Mandy, I don't want you scrimpin' and savin' too much. I want my wife should have as good as the best, and be looked up to by the best. The day'll come, Mandy, when we'll keep a hired girl!"
"Please, suh, gentlemen," pleaded the shaking negro, "I ent done nuttin'." "Shut your mouth!" ordered the sheriff again, "and ride faster. Day'll soon break." "You're 'fraid Mr. Morris'll ketch us 'fore we reach the jail," laughed one of the guard. And the sheriff did not answer.
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